poetry

If it were my paradise
I would take my time to find
every crease and crevice.
I would see all that I could see
And admire all your mystery
I would linger at the river
And Linger at her mouth
I would taste the water
as it swept across my face
I would let the current
Hold me tight and
Makes its own embrace
I would lie on my back
And find comfort in the stillness
As … [Read more...] about Eden

The Sound of you voice lets me pretend
like I am there
touching you again
Letting my mind spin
to the point
where I can feel your skin
our lips pressed together and
our bodies intertwined
Finding each other
with every breath
Beneath the covers
as if other lovers
had never existed before
That your warmth
was my only need.
Now that you … [Read more...] about A Letter to My Lover

Head to rest
thrust those thoughts
to the side
glance glued to the rear view
avoiding what we see in the past
the gaze behind
tire treads
remind of us
of where to stop...
or slow down
pavement worn
reminding us
others have been here before
Pearl Jam sings Last Kiss
on the radio...
glimpses pass before my eyes
long embrace of hesitance
remnants of broken … [Read more...] about Street Signs…

I am often too honest
and then I get shy
my Vulnerability is not a facade
and neither is my Bravado
My Depth has injured its spine
diving into the Shallow
too often
Would it make you feel better
if I lifted my skirt
and slapped my dick
on the table...
Comparisons are never
Fair
memories are a
Mother fucker
no matter … [Read more...] about Reflection

Scabs
Sometimes my scalp is flaky
sometimes I spill things on my shirt
sometimes I get these little scabs
behind my ears
and I often have pimples on my ass
and sometimes on my legs
you know...the backside of my thigh
and it gets a little greasy beside my nose
in that little crease
and I usually pick my scabs
and my nose
and sometimes I will wipe the boogers
under … [Read more...] about Scabs